Dear Mr. Darcy,
We have 6 friends in common. I happen to like them all, especially the two who are my best friends so currently the odds are in your favor.
We both come in hot out the gate on a Friday night. I already have plans so this will have to wait, but I express my confidence in our future fun.
Some prodding around through the weekend and it's finally decided that we both want a lazy Sunday complete with specific party favors, lack of loneliness, and perhaps a couple adult beverages all while watching copious amounts of Netflix. But only if we were not complete strangers.
A few hours of discussing later and you bite the bullet and invite yourself over only for me to agree. Sounds like the beginning of a horror movie with the lead being me the dumb blond.
You brought Xanax over. I love you. Usually this would have been the first down the hatchet, but with work the next day and me being on my second Makers on the rocks I regretfully decline.
We sit around trying to get sports apps to download so you can watch some game. Then you really out do yourself. You set up HBO GO on my Apple TV. Double love you now.
We order pizza, almost finish my Makers, and have a great night complete with an adventure for ice cream in the snow. We had the munchies, lay off. I won't mention the other items we purchased, but let's say we had a good laugh with the men behind the counter. Or you did rather with them while I blushed and wanted to disappear.
In conclusion, you have a southern accent, like to be decadent, have a car, and were nice to me. I win again! I can tell this is going to be a ridiculous ride and I'm ready to hold on tight.
PS: Watching East Bound and Down has made it very easy to stay in this week.
xoxo,
BWinTBC
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